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music my mom liked

Hello, how are you doing?  I’ve been thinking about music my mom liked.  I’ve had a playlist of music I associate with my dad and his death for a long time.  When I feel my grief for my dad stuck inside me, I can hear these tunes and cry.  It’s helpful. But I finally started… Read More »

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deep respect cub care jaguar

Hello, how are you doing?  I painted this deep respect cub care jaguar.  Thought you might like to see it. Deep respect cub care jaguar is craft paint on reclaimed product packaging card stock.  It’s based on a photo of a sculpture I saw online.  In the sculpture photo, I can see the Jaguar is… Read More »

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when we leave here

When we leave here, will there be a ceremony to put the crucifixes back up on the walls?  “Oh look, I found another one, stuffed into this desk drawer!” a happy Catholic exclaims. When we leave here, will the neighbors be confused there’s no one singing in German at three in the morning?  No more… Read More »

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trip note

We stopped at a restaurant in Los Alamos that my mom really liked.  It was our last day on the central coast.  We cried. I ordered a dish Mama liked, but without the meat.  Ming ordered the same. trip note This trip note we left for the waitperson is a good summary of the whole… Read More »

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moonstone beach

We went to Moonstone beach, and it was my first time seeing the ocean in two years, since before my mom died.  You know I was in the desert, those two years. This trip to my homeland is no joyride!  But I do like to find joy everywhere.  This trip is for healing, feeling, facing… Read More »

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websites

I made this poetry meme–it features a micropoem I wrote about the despair I felt when my websites were recently down.  Some changes happened behind the curtain. Well, I hope it’s fixed now.  My websites are an important part of my life’s work.  I try to serve the world through them.  I was very out… Read More »

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qigong

This blog post is formed as a letter addressing my friend who teaches qigong.  I thought it might have a broader appeal, talking about health, therapeutic relationship, fatness, and grief.  I don’t go into how qigong helps me feel amazing–my body feels free and loose, almost magical, humming with goodness.  Another time I will explain… Read More »

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the kind of fun where you cry a lot

“Will you be extra gentle with me and give me extra hugs today and let me need you more?” I asked Ming. “Yes,” he said. “Thank you!” I said.  I was crying on his back as he was waking up.  We were lying in bed, and I was getting his shoulder wet with tears. If… Read More »

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loquat

“Has your loquat tree fruited yet?” I asked my friend.  These friends here in Tucson, I’ve always loved their garden. “No,” she said.  “Do you want to talk to it?” “Yeah,” I said.  Usually people don’t invite me to talk to their trees.  We went over to the loquat tree, and I touched a branch. … Read More »

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Beatty

Oh hey.  It’s a wind-whistling night, here in Beatty.  I can’t believe we’re leaving here to return home, in the morning.  I feel like we just got here. We’ve eaten some good food made by me and Ming.  Took that walk yesterday toward the B of Beatty, and I danced in the sun the day… Read More »